Hang on
Hang on I think when I smoke, I smoke when I drink, and lately, I’ve been drinking a lot/
Most nights left alone, all alone in a spiral, fighting which me I am, and which I am not/
“When you find yourself at the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on...”/
How easily words are spoken when you aren’t the one who’s chances seem gone/
It’s the Same old dance, it’s the same old song, “keep fighting” they say. It echoes in only one ear, tho/
In the other is the darkness screaming, YOU AREN’T STRONG ENOUGH, YOU’VE FALLEN SO FAR, JUST LET GO!”/
I smoke when I drink, I drink when I think, and lately I’ve been thinking a lot/
Some think vices entice us to spite us, revive us, and spiked us, all lost in thought/
I have no control on the storm clouds I roll, I count my fingers in liquor/
Grasping at straws oh wait, is it stars? I don’t know. Either one is a shadowy figure/
I lose hunger in pain, I have no love for the game, and I lose all will to fight./
I have plans, just no strategy, I have dreams, no reality, I only wish to make it through the night/
I look forward each night to the oncoming day, only to look back at how far I’ve not got/
I drink when I think, and I smoke while I think, well, lately, puffs smoke, yeah, it’s just as you thought.../
KTupua 2016